Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.